An Ordinary Path to Immortality

What kind of existence is the altar? Is it a treasure with independent consciousness and supreme power, or is it just a medium that can communicate with the demons like a teleportation array?

And the so-called sacrifice, is it absorbed and refined by the altar and becomes a part of the altar itself, or is it that the sacrificed items are actually only obtained by the existence opposite the altar through the altar, and then the other party returns the treasures needed by the sacrificer through the altar.

The altar can actually help righteous monks wash away the evil spirits, so it should not require high loyalty from the sacrificer. If those with hostility approach, will it feel it?

And what form and material does the altar exist in? Does the demon-breaking talisman really have the ability to destroy the altar?

The Yuanling Continent is so vast, are there altars in other locations?

Fang Ping has many questions in his heart that cannot be answered, and this feeling of uncertainty and out of control also makes Fang Ping feel particularly uncertain.

The two discussed for a long time, but they couldn't come to a conclusion. Moreover, they didn't dare to say much because they were worried that a strong man would use his spiritual sense to patrol Cangfeng Valley. In the end, they could only decide to see if they could contact other people the next day and then make a decision.

On the second day, they secretly contacted each other, and four people received the news and joined them, but the remaining two still had no news.

After a simple exchange, they verified the information they had, but Fang Ping still didn't get anything.

After waiting for another day, they still couldn't get any news from the other two, so Fang Ping decided not to wait any longer and went directly to the altar.

However, the decision he and Song Hui discussed to complete the task in reverse was not revealed to others because of their mutual trust.

"Tomorrow, go to the altar to check and test it out, see what kind of existence the altar is, and then make plans." In the end, the oldest Song Hui made the conclusion.

"Remember, tomorrow we are just testing the waters and waiting for the other two. Don't act on your own, so as not to alert the enemy, fail to complete the mission, and also get us involved." Fang Ping looked at the eager people and emphasized again.

"I know, I heard that anyone can sacrifice to the altar to obtain treasures. At least we should get some treasures from the altar before making plans."

The other people also responded. The situation was unclear and they were unwilling to act rashly.

On the second day, Fang Ping and the other six were still in groups of two, mixed in the crowd queuing to the altar to sacrifice, listening to the people around them chatting and talking, while heading towards the altar.

At the front of the team was a large formation covered by the light of the formation, and the altar was inside the formation.

A large number of monks lined up in four directions to wait to enter. While queuing, they also discussed some of the magical aspects of the altar that they had experienced personally or heard from others.

Fang Ping and his team also got more information from their discussions, and even found many cultivators who had no demonic aura in the team.

Here, they actually chatted and laughed with others like normal demon cultivators, and did not encounter any obstacles.

The demon cultivators who were queuing and maintaining order seemed to be accustomed to this. After seeing the Taiyuan Demon Alliance token hanging on the other party's waist, they did not even question him.

Seeing this, Fang Ping and his team also knew that they should have been deceived by the yellow-faced golden elixir. In fact, they did not need to take the magic pattern pill to pretend to be demon cultivators.

Since Huanglian Jindan sent them to carry out the mission, the other party must have known about the situation here. With the ability of the Zhangzhou Zhengdao Sect Cultivator Alliance, it would not be difficult to get a few Taiyuan tokens for Fang Ping and his team.

What's more, Fang Ping and his team saw that there were several cultivators who were not demon cultivators and did not hang the Demon Alliance token. They were actually mixed in the team openly.

In other words, Huang Lian Jin Dan forced them to take the magic pattern pill and said that he was disguising his identity, but in fact he was deliberately blackmailing them.

"Senior, may I ask what you are going to sacrifice this time?" Fang Ping and Song Hui chatted.

"I am a casual cultivator, I don't have much wealth, and I don't have any treasures on me, but I want to try to see if I can use the altar to help me break through the foundation. If not, it would be okay if I can exchange it for some longevity elixirs."

Song Hui smiled indifferently. It was not easy for him to practice all the way. He wasted many years to have such a cultivation. Now he has not much life left. If he can't break through the foundation and condense the pill successfully, he may die in a few years.

"What about you?" Song Hui asked Fang Ping again.

The two discussed a lot about the altar and the task these days, but they didn't ask each other what treasures they wanted to get from the altar.

Fang Ping replied: "I have several good magic tools and some materials, but I have never found a suitable opportunity to refine them into spiritual tools. In addition, if possible, I hope he can help me send them to Zhongzhou."

Song Hui was stunned for a moment, and then smiled bitterly: "Zhongzhou is at least tens of millions of miles away from here. Your request is really a bit difficult for the altar. And even if he can send you away, I think the sacrifices required will not be a small number."

Song Hui shook his head and suggested: "If you have no worries, you don't need to send it to Zhongzhou. You just need to ask him to help you send Yunzhou and Zhangzhou. You can use the teleportation arrays in other states to go to Zhongzhou."

"What about you, senior? Have you ever thought of taking this opportunity to stay away from this place of trouble?"

Song Hui said: "It doesn't matter to me whether I leave or not. If I can't prolong my life or condense the elixir, it's nothing more than changing the place to die."

He said it freely, but Fang Ping and the people around him felt a little emotional. The cultivators seemed to be glorious, but if they didn't have enough talent and opportunity, they would be nothing more than a cup of yellow soil in the end.

Soon, Fang Ping and his team successfully entered the formation. In the formation, under the cover of the evil spirit, there was a pitch-black altar more than ten feet high.

The altar floated about three feet above the ground and rotated slowly. Although there was no breath of pressure, it would make people feel an inexplicable repression and awe in their hearts at a glance, and they dared not blaspheme.

The altar was a trapezoid with a wide bottom and a narrow top, but it had ten sides. On the top of each side, there was a demon sculpture with two horns on its head, a vertical eye between its eyebrows, and a fierce face.

There was no abnormal fluctuation in the altar, but Fang Ping could see wisps of bloody evil spirits gathering from outside the formation and being absorbed by the vertical eyes of the demon sculptures.

The Ten Directions Blood Demon Altar, at least judging from the name, this altar is quite appropriate.

Around the formation, Fang Ping saw four expressionless old men sitting cross-legged in the four directions. Although Fang Ping could not sense their aura, Fang Ping had heard that these four were the Nascent Soul masters guarding the altar.

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